rudeness

Seeing that boy’s reaction, Drishti got even more annoyed. Folding her arms and glaring at him, she said,

“Do you talk to everyone like this or only with me? Or do you not even know how to talk…?”

The boy looked at Drishti in confusion and said,

“What you mean? What are you trying to say?”

Drishti flared up and snapped,

“Hey, Kabir Singh 2.0 version, I’ve been asking you for so long who did this to my bike, and if you don’t know, then did you see anyone messing with it? That’s what I’ve been asking!”

The boy gave another short reply,

“No.”

Drishti was getting even more irritated with his attitude, and her anger kept increasing. She opened her mouth to speak, but the boy said to her,

“Look, I didn’t do anything, and I have no interest in arguing with you… so let me go. I have no role in this.”

Saying this, the boy started to leave. But Drishti grabbed his hand, pulled him in front of her, and said,

“Hey, how can I let you go like this? I don’t see anyone else here except you, and when I ask you, you’re giving one-word answers.”

The boy didn’t give her any attention, brushed her hand aside, and said,

“I’m not going to repeat the same thing again and again. Leave me alone, got it?”

After saying that, the boy walked away. Drishti just watched him leaving and muttered to herself,

“I’ll see this boy… let’s see where he goes to escape from me.”

Mahi, who was standing in front of Drishti’s bike clicking pictures and doing something on her phone, caught Drishti’s attention. Drishti went there, a little irritated, and said,

“Why are you clicking photos here? What will that do? My bike won’t get fixed from this. Find out who did all this!”

“Hey, oh my god, that’s exactly what I’m doing! I posted it on social media, and I also told Atiksh. He’s looking into it. He called you—come on.” Mahi said, still busy with her phone.

And then she grabbed Drishti’s hand and started walking.

College Campus…

Atiksh, Noor, and their friends were sitting in the campus, chatting with each other.

Noor said,

“Guys, what do you think? Who could have done this to Drishti’s bike? And that too with such courage, they completely destroyed her bike!”

Rahul thought for a moment and said,

“Hmm… I’m also thinking the same. Who could have done this? And how did they get the courage to mess with Drishti’s bike? Bro, whoever did this has made a huge mistake by messing with Drishti.”

Another boy, named Himanshu, who was playing a game on his phone, said casually,

“Well, what’s done is done. Now focus on how to get her bike fixed. And right now, she must be totally losing her mind, extremely angry… so think of a way to distract her, or else there’ll be a whole Mahabharat here.”

Atiksh agreed with Himanshu and said,

“You’re right, bro. First, let’s get her bike fixed. Then we’ll find out who did it.”

“Look, there comes Drishti!” Noor said, seeing her approach.

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Drishti and Mahi. Mahi was chill as usual, but Drishti’s facial expressions clearly showed that her mood was ruined. She was angry but holding herself back from exploding.

Drishti and Mahi reached their friends. Drishti glanced around at everyone and said,

“Why are you all looking at me like that? Don’t you guys know what happened?”

Rahul replied,

“Yeah, we know everything, but why stress over it now? We’ll find out soon. Don’t worry.”

Drishti glared at him furiously. Seeing her glare, Rahul forced a laugh and quickly tried to correct his words,

“That’s not what I meant. I mean, we have volleyball practice now, so let’s do that. Anyway, Atiksh has requested the CCTV recording; it’ll come soon. That’s what I meant.”

Drishti looked at Atiksh, and he said,

“Yes, I’ve asked for it. It’ll take some time. Come on, let’s play volleyball—it’ll help your mood. After college, I’ll take your bike to the garage; it’ll get fixed. Come on.”

Saying that, Atiksh started walking toward the volleyball net and even grabbed Drishti’s hand to take her along.

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Now, two teams were formed for volleyball. One team was Atiksh’s, and the other was Drishti’s. Both teams were now busy playing volleyball. They were giving each other a tough fight, and Drishti was hitting the ball with one hand only, and so hard that anyone could get injured.

While playing, Drishti hit the ball with such force that no one could return it, and the ball went to the other side. The shot was so strong that it could hit anyone, and everyone’s eyes followed the ball flying away.

Drishti, on the other hand, was chilling, as if she didn’t care at all. That ball hit a boy on the head, and he fell down. Drishti and Atiksh ran toward him.

Atiksh helped the boy up and said,

“Sorry, bro! We didn’t do it on purpose… it was an accident. Are you hurt badly? Are you okay?”

The boy rubbed his head and said,

“Yeah, bro, I’m fine. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious. It’s okay, things like this happen while playing.”

Drishti, who was looking for the ball, finally found it. The voice sounded familiar to her. She turned back, her eyes widened in surprise, and she looked at the boy and said in shock,

“You… here too?”

The boy looked at Drishti with the same reaction and said,

“I should be asking that—what are you doing here? And this ball?”

Atiksh, watching the two of them react like that, got confused and asked,

“Guys, do you know each other already? Have you met somewhere before? Why are you both reacting like this?”

“This is the same Kabir Singh duplicate who broke my bike! And now he’s denying it, saying he didn’t do anything…” Drishti said through gritted teeth.

The boy, expressionless but in a slightly raised voice, said,

“I’m telling the truth. I didn’t do anything to your bike. I don’t know who did it… Wait a minute, did you purposely hit me with this ball?”

Hearing that, Drishti was speechless for a second. She couldn’t figure out what to even reply to this boy.

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